The white doves perched on the Monastery roof scattered at the tolling of the bells. A raven slipped out through a window and preened its feathers, its tiny black eyes watching the strangely flustered humans below with curiosity.
Ying Lin wore a complicated expression as she pressed hard against her pounding heart. Standing in a corner, her face unnaturally pale yet flushed, she watched the classroom door open with frighteningly bright eyes.
39 emerged from the classroom, apparently in a much better mood after teaching the little brats a lesson. The red-haired devil from earlier was fawning over him, without a trace of the viciousness he had shown the players. He practically looked like a lackey. Behind them trailed the little demons, covered in injuries and sobbing.
Just as I thought. Just as I thought!
The evidence is conclusive. 39 isn't a player!
He must be a "special guest" of the Instance, or some malicious and dangerous mysterious being!
Ying Lin bit her nails, unable to stop wondering what 39 hoped to accomplish by mingling with the players.
Time clearly passed faster in the Instance than in reality. Only a few hours had gone by, yet twilight was already spreading across the distance. At last, a little dusky sunlight appeared, spilling over the ancient eighteenth-century Monastery.
Just then, Ying Lin heard Wang Peng muttering beside her, "He really is a veteran player. Incredible. He actually got an NPC to approach him first."
Ying Lin turned to him with a faint smile. "Do you really think he's a player?"
Wang Peng frowned. "If he isn't a player, what is he?"
"If he were a player, how could he make these NPCs fawn over him like this? And look."
Ying Lin glanced toward 39. Following her gaze, Wang Peng immediately spotted a